What was heard by the wind could only reach the trees, sometimes. The sea could be unlucky and have some of it, too. The only one lucky enough to not hear it was you—even though you are the reason behind these whispers.
YOU ARE READING
just in whispers
PoetrySome love happens too fast to be deemed true. Some love fades away so swiftly that it doesn't approve to be grasped as a memory. Some love is enormous it calls to be screamed. Then there's my love for you that is the same yet different. A love so fo...
